*sigh* I hate doing these "vents" but, I don't know. I don't know where else TO empty this on so I guess it's here or continue to ferment until I explode into a sobbing, blubbering mess...
I too work in retail, and although I don't cashier, I do end up dealing directly with customers [and the one just before Easter that more or less said that his daughter wanted to dress like a slut..with the poor girl RIGHT THERE...when what I saw her picking out wasn't the LEAST bit slutty...grrr] so I understand where you're coming from. And the stories I could tell about older people...and those just experiences here and there!
STRESS KILLS. Seriously. The points in my life when I've had MAJOR stress...I've not wanted to write AT ALL. I'd just sit staring at the screen, and nothing would come. No amount of forcing would make it happen either, so I feel your pain.
Now, I know that this might not help; it doesn't with everyone. But, when work was being particularly frustrating or stressful, I'd go home, load my Brute [Mistress Crabbypants!] on 'City of Heroes' and go clobber some enemies up close and personal until I felt better [yeah, I don't have this particular outlet anymore. **shakes a fist at NCSoft**]. So if you're potentially inclined, pick up a video game [or try an MMO, there's several free-to-play out there] and when your frustration level gets particularly high, fire it up and imagine that the faces you're bashing in are the ones you dealt with that day. Even if you don't do that part, there is something SO satisfying about clobbering critters with a quarterstaff [Diablo 1 for the win!].
And finally? DON'T hesitate to vent...even here...it's good to let that out and blow off steam, that's why it's called 'venting', because it's intended to release some of the pressure.
I travel a lot to other towns on my time off: Fort Myers to see the boyfriend, Arcadia/Sebring to antique shop with my beta, Sarasota... all the while listening to music to inspire me and/or see something while shopping that sparks a scene. But lately even this doesn't help.
I used to play WoW (FOR THE HORDE!!) and killing off high levels or totally steal all the items from players *cackles* brought some relief, but my account got hacked and shut down and I just never got around to hacking it. :( But Dragon Age helped. *shrugs*
STRESS KILLS. Seriously. The points in my life when I've had MAJOR stress...I've not wanted to write AT ALL. I'd just sit staring at the screen, and nothing would come. No amount of forcing would make it happen either, so I feel your pain.
Now, I know that this might not help; it doesn't with everyone. But, when work was being particularly frustrating or stressful, I'd go home, load my Brute [Mistress Crabbypants!] on 'City of Heroes' and go clobber some enemies up close and personal until I felt better [yeah, I don't have this particular outlet anymore. **shakes a fist at NCSoft**]. So if you're potentially inclined, pick up a video game [or try an MMO, there's several free-to-play out there] and when your frustration level gets particularly high, fire it up and imagine that the faces you're bashing in are the ones you dealt with that day. Even if you don't do that part, there is something SO satisfying about clobbering critters with a quarterstaff [Diablo 1 for the win!].
And finally? DON'T hesitate to vent...even here...it's good to let that out and blow off steam, that's why it's called 'venting', because it's intended to release some of the pressure.
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I travel a lot to other towns on my time off: Fort Myers to see the boyfriend, Arcadia/Sebring to antique shop with my beta, Sarasota... all the while listening to music to inspire me and/or see something while shopping that sparks a scene. But lately even this doesn't help.
I used to play WoW (FOR THE HORDE!!) and killing off high levels or totally steal all the items from players *cackles* brought some relief, but my account got hacked and shut down and I just never got around to hacking it. :( But Dragon Age helped. *shrugs*
Thanks I appreciate the thought :)
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